/\ SB Bragg /\ Admittedly, Bragg was one of the most boring Starbases Aidan had ever been. Few shops here and there, two or three bars, a couple of fancy restaurants and that was about it. Still, Aidan liked this station for one reason. On one of the upper decks, just near the the maintenance elevators, there was a small, almost forgotten shop, yet one of the most visited by freaks like him. The owner was an equally small, forgetible character named Trazz, and his metier was a pretty odd one for a High Clearance Base as this one. He traded with unusual technology, nothing serious, just little things that somehow showed up on the shelves of his store. Some, like Aidan, knew, that most of them were curiousities brought by other SSF officers from their various journeys to the most unlikely places. Thinking back of what happened during the Kzenti mission, Aidan was pretty sure Trazz would've loved to get his hands on some of the things they've seen, which pretty much explained the nature of his shop. "T, ye ole scumbag, how've ye bin" he shout out after crossing the doorstep. Trazz turned around hastily and glanced at him over the rim of some weird glasses he was wearing. "Mr. Lynch, so nice to see you around again. I've heard you've had quiet an interesting trip, if I'm allowed to say so." he finally answered with a tired smile. "I'll never figure out how ye know these things, but yup, you could say so." Aidan replied grinning. "Well, news travel, my dear Lynch. Makes me wonder if you got any souvenir you'd like to share." Trazz countered somewhat quizzically. Aidan looked around. "Not this time, mate. As a matter of fact, I need a little of your expertise, if ye don't mind." Trazz stepped over and sat on a worn chair in front of a beaten down terminal. Aidan knew that it was all appearance, the modifications Trazz had made into his terminal were a mystery to all of his customers, but they showed to be quiet impressive as it allowed access to some rather dark areas. "I see" muttered Trazz, "and how, pray, may my humble person be of any help to a fine man as yourself today?" he added smiling gently. Aidan was already used to his flourish way of speaking so he paid little attention to the exaggerated kindness. "Right ladd, I've got this... thing I'm working on, and there seems to be a problem with the power supply. A tricorder unit is too weak and a phaser unit doesn't seem to have a compatible energy signature. I've tried several less conventional power supplies, including a modified Krelium battery, but i can't seem to achieve the right pulse frequency. I think I'm gonna need something stronger, but controlled enough to allow some serious finetuning. And it should not interfere with holo-emissions. Any ideas?" Trazz joined his hands in front of his face and remained silent for a while. "There are some pretty standard solutions to your problems, Mr. Lynch, you wouldn't have come to me if that was all, am I correct?" he finally said, looking up. "Weeeell, yes." grinned Aidan. "It has to be very small and... sutil enough not to mess with a sublight and FTL data stream. And I'm talking bout major information broadcast on a very small bandstream." "Hmmm" Trazz returned to his prior position. "As in sensor reading outputs with crossreference to other, maybe external databases?" he inquired. "Something in that direction, yep." replied Aidan. "Tricky" concluded Trazz and stood up. "I might have a thing or two that should allow the needed results, but I will need time to check my resources. Can you come back tomorrow?" "Whatever ye say, T" Aidan nodded with a smile and shook his hand. "I'll be seein ye then, mate" he added and left the store. Spc Aidan Lynch Lost link of the ODA Eng. Force